Octavian Lefron was a man of aristocratic birth, the youngest member of one of the oldest magical clans in Britain. Though respected everywhere in the magical world it was always at a distance. There was a darkness in the family that even the eldest Malfoy could not put a name to. The entire family seemed detached ; as if they were floating above their bodies watching the world from a high vantage point that no one else could reach. It was like they had some dark mist surrounding them and only they could see through. They were as protected in their isolated mansion as any Avalon and just as unplottable.
At the moment Octavian was in the lowest reaches of his family fortress, playing with a gift from the Dark Lord Voldemort. It was a small token meant to appease his family and gain their approval. Voldemort was not a force to be bothered with yet, though the family was always vigilant. They would let him and his followers play their little muggle bating games as long as Voldemorts power did not reach the same heights as their own. Octavian realized this need to allow the lesser beings to distract themselves with petty criminals, just as his grandfather had realized it with the rise of Grindelwald. Octavian looked up from his reverie and into the eyes of his victim. And with one elegant flick of the wrist and an almost loving whisper he sent her into convulsions on the floor.
"crucio"
The woman twitching on the floor screamed and begged with the usual desperation. They both knew that it would go unheeded. He often wondered why she bothered. Why would she spew out her sob story to the man causing the sobs? She must believe him to be terribly dim if she thought that he didn't realize her misery. That was, after all, the point wasn't it; To cause misery for the sake of a moments taste of power.
"Please, I have a family; a daughter about your age. Please, please don't take me from her."
Had he been Bellatrix he would have been giggling manically like a twisted school girl. It was moments like these that he wished he could feel something, anything, even if it was Bellatrixs' childish passion for destruction.
"Spare me woman, you care only for your own life. Beg for yourself."
"Lefron?" She said through choke filled tears. "Is that you?" his professor said shocked and quavering. "But…but you're only a student. How…?
"CRUCIO!" questions dying on her bloody tongue the woman forgot what she was saying and barely held on to who she was. The curse was more potent than the last, and though Lefron did not know it he was transferring some of his own miserable disdain into the woman below him. Torture, especially magical torture is a very personal thing. That's why some go insane, like the Longbottoms last week. There curser put a bit of himself, his own hatred into the victim and she got lost inside it.
He let his thoughts wander to the beautiful and deadly Lestrange girl again. Perhaps he would let her have the worthless professor after all. What small revenge he wanted he had already taken over the past few weeks. Really he had just wanted to christen his gift from the Dark Lord.
He broke off the curse "Yes" He said quietly. "You've been broken anyway." She looked up at him blankly rocking her body back and forth in small twitchy movements.
"Warpus!" He called to the still dungeon air, and a small malformed squib chained to a spike in the corner crawled out of the shadows towards him.
"Don't come so close to me. You smell of decaying flesh and vermin." He sneered at the feeble creature before him.
"Yes Master Lefron" came the weary but obedient reply. "What may I do for you?" he asked, an eerie light coming into his eyes, adding hopefully "Kill the naughty professor, gouge out her eyes?"
"Bring me Bella, and do not touch the hag with your dirty fingers. She is a pureblood, and even if she is a blood traitor she is still in higher ranking than a dirty squib. I'll feed you a muggle at dinner." The filthy man did not show his disappointment but delighted in his masters' graciousness. He had not eaten for two days.
"Thank you Master! Thank you!" Ocatavian smiled and added indulgently "She's young to" Warpus could barely contain his excitement at the words and nearly soiled his already dirty pants.
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When Octavian returned it was to a bloody vision of flesh on flesh scrappling on the floor. It seemed he was not the only one to bring a newcomer. "Why Bella, have you no time for the gift I've given you?" he said nodding to the deceased professor on the floor.
"I have no need for your cast offs Lefron! I can catch my own order members." Bellatrix said in her usual haughty and rebellious tones.
"Apparently" was his dry reply.
Interrupting Warpus said mournfully "Master! Have you brought the promised muggle? "mmm…I can smell you. Come out and play little girly! Warpus is hungry, so very hungry…"
A scared shriek could be heard from behind Octavian as a girl clung desperately to his cloak. He grabbed her by the hair and turned her face up to confront Warpus. "Better my pet; I've brought you a mudblood." She couldn't have been more than twelve years old, a pretty little girl with warm brown eyes, screaming in the face of death. Bellatrix could be heard cackling in the background. "She looks a bit like me Lefron" she said . "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to tell me something. It seems like everything you do has a double meaning." She paused for a moment, but when Octavian didn't say anything to her comment, she hastily added "Well let's see what you've got Lefron. What can your Warpus do?"
Scowling, Lefron let go of the young girls hair and took a step back. Warpus, taking this as his cue reached down, covetous at first, trailing his hands down her sides touching every inch of her shaking body, and then turned primal in a way that few ever see, and no one ever hopes to.
When it was over and only scraps of her body could be seen around the room Warpus came running up to his master. "I could taste her stolen magic Master, can still feel it coursing through my veins." Lefron silently held out a wand for the blood drenched hand to take. "And that" said Lefron "Is how mudbloods are born."
"You see Bella, they take a magical being, and devour them. For a short period of time, while the magical blood still courses through their bodies they are made wizards. In order to keep up this charade they must devour another magical creature every few months, depending on how powerful the being they ate was. Sometimes they will eat a magical creature, but the blood only gives limited powers and they are not truly a wizard. They only do this if no witch or wizard is to be found." Lefron paused to let these facts sink in to Bellatrixs' mind and then added flippantly, "I am positively famished. Would you care to join me for dinner? I believe that new Italian restaurant is opening tonight. I would hate to be the last to try it."